You turn the key and slowly unlock the door
And through the walls you hear the city groan
You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
Slappin' 'em down, one hundred, two hundred
Across the field you see the sky ripped open
And I can see those fighter planes
Songwriters: Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Paul Hewson, Larry Jr Mullen
Bullet the blue
Like all the colors of a royal flush
In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Publisher: POLYGRAM INT. MUSIC PUBL. B.V.
Pounding on the women and children
Bullet the blue
You take the staircase to the first floor
Outside it's America, outside it's America
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
As a man breathes into a saxophone
And I can see those fighter planes
From the firefly a red orange glow
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
Who run into the arms of America
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below
See them burning crosses, see the flames higher and higher
See it driving nails into the souls on the tree of pain
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
This guy comes up to me
Bullet the blue sky
In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
See the rain through a gaping wound
Across the mud huts where the children sleep